I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

She stroked the little lizard's head, as if petting her own pet.

The beautiful tongue flicked between Shenxiao's fingers, and the little lizard tilted its head and nuzzled her hand. Although it was once a terrifying monster that slaughtered countless Atlanteans, this scene was quite harmonious.

After all, the person it was now fawning over could easily kill it.

"Sister Shenxiao," a puppet boy with an almost human face ran over. "Was that guy just now also a subordinate of the Federation? What was he here for?"

Although the boy's face showed innocent curiosity, Shenxiao didn't intend to answer his question.

Even though it now had an almost human form, Shenxiao hadn't forgotten the essence of this thing. They were just the ocean's immune system used to achieve its own purposes, something completely different from the life on this planet.

The reason why the originally plant-like monster had become like this was because this immune system was carrying out some kind of subtle confrontation with her, and this was its response.

It turned into this appearance in order to learn and understand her.

Shenxiao was very clear about this.

She could see it.

"Take Little Clumsy for a walk in the yard," Shenxiao picked up the lizard and stuffed it into the puppet boy's arms.

The puppet boy obediently took the lizard, turned around without saying anything.

Maintaining balance consumed almost all of her strength. The Federation's calculations in this regard were very precise. Of course, they had to be precise, otherwise it would only be a matter of time before she broke free.

But she still had some power overflowing. This weak power was not enough to break free from these powerful restraints that had already formed a cycle and system, but it would occasionally make some chaotic things flash before her eyes.

She could even see things that she wouldn't have noticed even in her strongest period.

Because in her prime, her power would actively omit many unnecessary futures.

For example, recently, she had seen a doomsday scene she had never seen before.

The flesh and blood consciousness launched a revolution, overthrowing the souls that dominated their bodies. All human souls were hung high in the clouds, and endless miserable screams echoed in the sky.

What caused this was that the flesh and blood consciousnesses had mastered a language that souls couldn't detect, so they could communicate with each other without the souls noticing, and remind the other flesh and blood consciousnesses that they were trapped in this body, and that the consciousness controlling their body was actually called a soul.

In the end, these flesh and blood all awakened their self-awareness without the souls noticing, and used the same bodies as the souls, but different languages, to establish an underground society.

And finally launched an uprising.

Shenxiao walked into the house and glanced sideways at the full-length mirror.

Reflected in it was an extraordinary woman, her upright figure seeming capable of carrying towering mountains, her sharp eyes seeming capable of discerning the operating rules of time and all things.

Standing there was Shenxiao herself.

Nothing external.

In that doomsday, she also saw how that language worked. It was a language that pure human souls could not master.

Because the words that made up that language were the few parts of each body that belonged only to the flesh and blood consciousness, those muscle tremors and reflexes that humans regarded as uncontrollable.

But Shenxiao successfully learned this language.

Almost every body in this world has the existence of flesh and blood consciousness and soul, but she doesn't. From beginning to end, she only has one consciousness, as if this is some kind of natural situation.

And the situation on other people is some kind of lesion.

And just now she tried to use that language, and also confirmed one of her guesses.

The shadow also has no flesh and blood consciousness.

The fever has subsided, but I'm still dizzy, so I'll write a short one first.